Critical thinking

Walking among the peaceful hills, a man alone with his thoughts. He comes upon a concept strewn, among the grass and planted pots. He picks it up, opens his head, and tries to fit it in. But alas he cannot, it doesn't fit, so he heads back to where he'd been. He saws off this, he slashes off that, and before you know it, it could fit his hat. A proud man he is, thinking he understood, but pieces of the concept littered the floor, so alas, he never could.


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